Michael Scott

“I became the greatest alchemyst of all time, sought after by kings and princes, by emperors and even the Pope himself. I discovered the secret of the philosopher’s stone hidden deep in that book of ancient magic:

“Nicholas Flamel,” she said, her voice muffled by the blankets, “you are the most powerful alchemyst in the known world. Remember, I stood beside you when we fought the demon Fomor, and you were the one who rescued me from the dungeons of An Chaor-Thanach and not the other way around.”

Nicholas Flamel,” she said, her voice muffled by the blankets, “you are the most powerful alchemyst in the known world. Remember, I stood beside you when we fought the demon Fomor, and you were the one who rescued me from the dungeons of An Chaor-Thanach and not the other way around.”

When we die, the world will end

Gilgamesh the King, the oldest immortal human in the world.

Nicholas Flamel, the legendary Alchemyst.

“I am older than Dee, and I have no master to protect me-nor have I ever needed one!”

were just too fast.

The Genii Cucullati

“but not today, and not by your hand.”